Jan 14, 2023
“So, when should I tell Twitch her older brother’s a dinosaur?”
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“So, when should I tell Twitch her older brother’s a dinosaur?”
“Hey, hey, alright. Bring it in, we’re done with fighting-- c’mere.”
Wheeljack holds his arms up, making a little grabby motion with his good hand.
“Tha’s all good, everything’s okay.”
“Oh, fraggit, how long was I unconscious?”
Wheeljack’s actually snoring face-down on this desk, finials dimming and brightening a calm grey-green in time with his ventilation system cycles.
A desk is not a great place for recharging, but he’s had worse.
“You think I know what’s happening? ‘Cause I don’t. I’ve had my head inside a 3D printer all day, tryin’ to put the damn thing back together.”
“Why don’t ants get sick? It’s ‘cause they got little ant-y bodies!”
“Where’d I leave those sleeping pills, anyways? Euch, my achin’ everything.”
The bottle’s gotta be in his subspace somewhere, right?
Completely oblivious to the sorted pill box left right where he’d put it down this morning, Wheeljack’s started to just dump out everything in his subspace on the table.
“Rubber duck, tiny plastic dinosaurs, not the pills, definitely not the pills, handcuffs, Daniel’s spare sleeping bag, whatever this thing is...”